And over.
And over.
Creigh tries to hold his arms up, but there’s no stopping the murderous energy that radiates off the psycho.
I’ll send him into a coma.
“Kill! Kill! Kill!” The crowd cheers at the top of their lungs.
“Tap out,” I whisper as if Creigh can hear me. “Just tap out.”
“He won’t,” Ava sounds as spooked as I am. “You know he’d rather die than tap out.”
Even Remi is shouting and cursing at him to tap out, but it’s like he’s not hearing anyone.
No, no.
He’ll really murder him at this rate.
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
Shut up.
Shut up.
All of you shut the hell up.
“Killian!” I scream, not even sure what I’m trying to say.
Ava wraps a hand around my mouth. “What the hell are you doing? Want to get us killed by REU’s students or something? Cheering for the enemy is a sad way to die, Glyn.”
My shout gets Killian’s attention, though, because he stares at me over his shoulder. Creigh uses the chance to push him off and he’s the one with the momentum now.
He punches Killian with a ferocity of a resurrected phoenix. His blows are so powerful that Killian steps back with each one. He doesn’t attempt to defend his face.
Or his hands.
Damn it. Isn’t he supposed to be a med student? Their hands are as important to them as they are to us.
Our crowd goes nuts, while The King’s U’s students boo.
Nikolai jumps up and punches the air with a swish of his satin robe, obviously displeased with the turn of events. Gareth watches with a furrowed brow and his hands in his pockets. Instead of looking worried, he appears more suspicious.
He’s probably thinking it’s weird that his brother is losing.
With his reputation, no one would believe this scenario.
Even I am unable to wrap my mind around it.
My stomach knots as I watch him being beaten to a pulp.
What the hell is he?
Just what the hell is inside that rotten brain of his?
“Stop it,” I whisper. “Stop it, you psycho.”
I’m not like him or anyone here. I don’t like witnessing violence.